Almost everything is closed due to the marching, the curfew and the understandable concern of shopkeepers. Not even the two nearby CVS stores are open. The street-march video was taken from the parking lot at WeHo Gelson’s as I waited in line. The Apocalypse Now helicopter video was taken an hour before.
The woman upstairs is very loud. We’ve asked politely and complained two or three times before to no avail. She doesn’t listen and doesn’t seem to care. So this time I added a little bite.
For the last two mornings she’s begun with loud phone calls a little after 6 am and then she clomp-clomp-clomps around her apartment with street shoes. Her steps sound like some steed clopping on a London pavement, which is partly why we call her “Horse Woman.”
Tatiana, a very light sleeper who needs a good eight or nine each night, has been awoken by Ms. Filly twice over the last 48 hours. Plus when Horse Woman has sex with her younger boyfriend she goes “eeek! eeek! eek!” like a squeaky mouse, and we have to deal with that also.
Note delivered this morning to Horse Woman’s apartment at 7 am:
“In an apartment complex with thin walls, it is not only unneighborly but uncivilized to speak loudly in a phone conversation as you tromp around your apartment in noisy shoes at 6:05 am. You are waking my wife, who is trying to sleep. And this is the second morning in a row that you’ve done this.
“Are you capable of showing just a little bit of courtesy? Is there some kind of basic blockage you’re trying to cope with?
“Before 9 am, please use headphones for phone calls and keep your voice down. Try to speak in a conversational tone, and don’t bellow like you’re speaking to hundreds in a bullfight arena without a microphone. And please don’t walk around your apartment in clompy shoes — try barefoot or socks or sandals.
“I feel as if I’m speaking to someone at a dinner table who (a) was never told to eat her food with modest-sized bites, (b) was never told to not speak with her mouth full and (c) was never told to put a napkin on her lap.
“You know…civilized behavior? Manners? You’ve heard of this stuff, right?
A June 3rd Guardian photo essay is celebrating the re-opening of Paris cafes.
Copy: “In Paris, contented customers sit outside cafes and sip their morning espressos for the first time in 11 weeks. There are, however, strict rules: bars and restaurants have permission to sprawl across pavements but tables must be one meter apart. In the rest of France, customers can now be served inside while observing the same distance.”
The Guardian‘s photographer is identified as “Martin” of AFP/Getty Images.
These photos literally melted me down. From ’07 to ’19 I was able to downshift and decompress in Paris (or Rome, Prague. Munich or Belgrade) following the Cannes Film Festival, and 2020 was the first time since the late George W. Bush administration that I was unable to do that.
These pics remind me that sipping cappuccino on a Paris sidewalk adjacent to a busy cafe or brasserie (early morning, late afternoon, evening) is one of the most gloriously alive activities available to human beings on the planet earth.
Yesterday Seth Rogen decisively bitch-slapped the “All Lives Matter” crowd…he stood his ground, gave no quarter and punched those bitches silly and set them straight, you bet.
Last night I posted a photo of a compassionate hand-painted sign in from of a Melrose Ave. storefront. The owner/proprietor, a 40ish woman with whom I’d briefly chatted a day earlier, had written “#Black Lives Matter” as well as (gasp!) “#HumansMatter.” Humans Matter in what fucking universe? If Rogen had driven by he might’ve slammed on the brakes, leapt out of his car, walked inside and read the riot act to that sad, deluded woman…given her a piece of his suffer-no-fools mind.
Soon after my “You Get What You Pay For” post appeared, “Aaron B” tried to explain things. “The phrase isn’t ‘Only Black Lives Matter,” he said. “Anyone who counters BLM with ‘All Lives Matter‘ is either (a) ignorant of the point or (b) racist.”
More Aaron B: “If someone whose mother is dying of cancer says ‘cancer is a terrible disease’ and your response is ‘yeah, but so is Alzheimer’s’, you are an asshole, despite being correct.”
HE response: “The female storekeeper who painted ‘humans matter’ is an asshole! Of course she is! And possibly a racist! Maybe we can cancel her ass!”
Aaron B: “You do see the BLM tag right above that, right?”
HE: “She just threw that in for cover, blowing smoke up our asses. She needs to be slapped around! ‘Humans matter’…bullshit! Yo, Seth! Bruh, can you straighten this incredibly insensitive woman out?”
Filmklassik to Aaron B: “Yes! Agreed! Some people are just too fucking dumb to know that two things can be true at the same time.
“For example, do you like to laugh? This is gonna tickle you: There are real, bona fide knuckle-draggers out there who claim that if you lament the destruction of innocent people’s businesses, then you, quote, ‘care more about property than you do black lives.’ I’m not kidding. In their puny little reptile brains, if you condemn one thing, it means you are implicitly endorsing the other.
“Disgusting, right? I’m with you. They really need to read your wonderful cancer/Alzheimer’s analogy. Maybe they’d gain a little perspective.”
The woman who painted this sign outside her Melrose cafe & snack store had better hope Seth Rogen doesn’t drive by and spot the words “humans matter.” He told several people earlier today that “all lives matter” is a totally unacceptable slogan and to fuck off and die.
I’m not disputing the presence of a gay erotic current in A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge. But I worked as a freelance publicist for this film in the summer and fall of ’85, and I don’t remember the slightest remark at the time by any New Line staffers about Mark Patton (who was 25 or 26 at the time) being any kind of scream queen. Nobody said zilch about this, and the people I worked with in New Line publicity and marketing were very sharp and super-opinionated about everything.
From “Brief Shining Moment of Freddiemania,” posted on 1.17.15: “I’d like to take a brief bow for my efforts as a freelance public relations guy for New Line Cinema in ’85 and ’86, and particularly my promotion of Jack Sholder‘s A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge, and even more particularly the semi-phenomenon known as ‘Freddiemania,’ which originated with spottings of movie fans dressed as Freddy Krueger a la Rocky Horror for midnight showings of Wes Craven‘s A Nightmare on Elm Street (’84).
“There weren’t that many Freddy freaks to be found, to be perfectly honest, but it was an interesting and amusing enough story to persuade Entertainment Tonight and the N.Y. Times and other big outlets to run pieces on it and to speak with Sholder (who later directed The Hidden, one of the finest New Line films ever made) as well as Freddy himself, Robert Englund, with whom I became friendly and hung out with a bit. (Producer Mike DeLuca was a 20 year-old New Line assistant at the time.) One of my big Freddy promotional stunts was persuading Englund to march in New York’s Village Halloween Parade on 10.31.85 from Houston Street up to 14th or 23rd or something like that.”
I also wrote about this period in “New Line Memories,” posted on 3.3.08.
Directed by Roman Chimienti and Tyler Jensen, Scream, Queen! My Nightmare on Elm Street is currently streaming on Amazon. It’ll also be released on SHUDDER, the horror streaming service, on 6.4, or two days hence.
If I needed to collect my thoughts and assess my options after being asked a politically difficult question, I would maybe stall for eight to ten seconds…something in that realm. But a 21-second delay is too much. It implies a certain lack of focus or even maturity. Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out. Even if you’re afraid of saying it.
The trailer for Derek Wayne Johnson‘s 40 Years of Rocky: The Birth of a Classic, which is narrated by Sylvester Stallone, seems to be mostly about the making of the original Rocky. That 1976 Oscar winner was the only “pure” entry in the long-running franchise — the only one that got everything right and a film which everyone still loves or at least likes.
The doc’s title, however, suggests that the long-running Rocky franchise (eight films including the original) will be explored. Which would be a shame. There’s nothing glorious or heart-warming about several attempts to make more money off a popular brand.
There have been seven cash-in sequels since John Avildsen‘s Rocky, written by and starring Stallone, opened on 11.21.76. The sequels are Rocky II (’79), Rocky III (’82), Rocky IV (’85), Rocky V (’90), Rocky Balboa (’06), Creed (’15 — a franchise redefiner that was almost as good as the original), and Creed II (’18).
Stallone played Rocky Balboa (a name inspired by the real-life Rocky Graziano and inspired by Robert Wise‘s Somebody Up There Likes Me) in all eight films. He wrote seven of the eight and directed four of them.
40 Years of Rocky: The Birth of a Classic will be available on-demand as of Tuesday, 6.9.
The doc features heretofore unseen pre-production and principal photography footage shot by Avildsen and others.
Posted on Facebook by Rod Lurie, around 9:30 am (Tuesday, 6.2): “It was a good speech, Joe. Eloquent and even presidential. On any other day I would say it was perfect. But today? It was the opposite of what we needed to hear from you.
“What we need is blistering anger. We need to see the veins popping in your forehead. Donald Trump opened fire on innocent and peaceful protestors yesterday and this “Gentleman Joe” stuff isn’t gong to fucking cut it. Because we’re at war now — war against a tyrant, a would-be dictator, a leader who has learned more from Kim Jung Un than he has from Winston Churchill.
“You should not have buried the lede in that speech. You needed to come out — FIRST words out of your mouth, no ‘good morning’, no ‘I’m happy to be here’, but …
“‘Yesterday the President of the United States, the man who holds the same office as did George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, terrorized peaceful American citizens with tear gas and flash grenades and rubber bullets. You saw it, I saw it, we all saw this despicable dark moment in American history — and he did it for one reason’…and then, Joe, you should have held up that photo of Trump holding up a bible in front of that church…’So he could do this. THIS.’
“Then you should have taken a beat. Chilled for a second.
“‘Folks, I have been driven by my faith my whole life. I know a real Christian when I see one. And I know the fakes as well. And I know fake patriots: The charlatans who use the Lord and the flag as a prop. The men who order violence on other humans and then stand in front of a church holding a bible upside down as the cameras flash.’
“‘A year from now, unless we do the right thing, scenes like the ones we saw yesterday will simply become a way of life in or country — because that is what happens in fascist natio.
“‘Trump got the votes he did because he identified an anger in this country and tapped into it. Well, we are angry still. Angrier, even. And now it is time for YOU to tap into that. The difference is that you actually empathize with these real Americans. So damn man, show us…SHOW US.’
“Decency, Joe, doesn’t always have to be polite.”
HE side-comment: Every YouTube video of Biden’s speech, presumably sourced from the same pool camera, is out of focus. How hard would it have been for the person in charge to realize what was happening and go up to the camera and manually correct the focus?
Posted early this morning in the “See HD Boxy Jacket While You Can” thread:
“FMJ is a flawed masterwork due to the relatively weak and longish Vietnam middle section that’s mostly about waiting for something to happen. The focus is basically didactic moral commentary rather than narrative tension.
‘However, the opening Parris Island boot camp section + the fires-of-hell finale in Hue with the young-girl sniper are jewel-perfect.”
Charles Laughton’s Sir Wilfrid Robarts on yesterday’s bible photo-op in front of St. John’s Episcopal Church: “My Lord, I would also remind my learned friend that President Trump has lived such an arrogant and deplorable life, told so many lies and violated so many solemn oaths that I am surprised the Testament did not leap from his hands when he posed with it before the cameras.”